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Sans strolled through the market place, casually browsing through all of the food…that he couldn’t afford.

He sighed in the face of his sad, depressing, life as he sadly used what little money he had to buy the bare essentials for his survival.

He quietly wondered to himself why it was so much to ask for a hard working skeleton such as himself to enjoy a piece of fruit once in a while.

Oh, the woes of his existence.

“HAVE YOU SEEN A SHORT SKELETON WEARING A BLUE JACKET ANYWHERE!?”

Sans’ head snapped up from the piece of fruit that he had been eyeing as he turned towards the voice.

As Sans’ had feared, he saw the prince.

Standing there.

Yelling his description to anyone who’d listen.

“HE ALWAYS HAS THIS STUPID GRIN ON HIS FACE THAT’S ACTUALLY QUITE CHARMING ONCE YOU GET USED TO IT TOO! LIKE HE’S THINKING ABOUT THE NEXT HORRID PUN HE’S GOING TO MAKE! WHICH USUALLY IS THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF CHARMING. OH! AND HIS HEAD KIND OF LOOKS LIKE TWO THREE’S PUT TOGETHER!”

Sans would’ve frowned at this description of him, but there was a stupid-slash-charming grin that was stuck on his face.

“WELL, OKAY THEN. TELL ME IF YOU SEE HIM!” The tall skeleton shouted in response to whatever the couple standing in front of him had said.

Sans took his small bag of food, and simply teleported back home.

Normally, he didn’t teleport in full view of people, just a preference really, but he didn’t want to chance the prince seeing him today.

He just wasn’t in the mood to deal with that.

The skeleton was honestly just hoping to spend some time walking around the marketplace, browsing through things that he couldn’t afford.

He loved the look on the vendor’s face when he went to another shop because of some nonexistent imperfection.

But now that he was home, there were things to do.

And they’d be staring him in the face until he fixed them.

In his book, it was a true form of torture.

This day was shaping up to be just plain awful for the small, jacket-wearing, skeleton.

Not even his door wanted to make things easier for him.

“Wait, what does my door have to do with any of th-”

His question was answered prematurely as the door he was trying to open refused to budge.

“…”

His un-amused silence was so strong that you could almost see it manifesting itself as a dark aura around him.

Sans’ eye began to glow a subtle blue as the same color slowly spread over the door.

There was a flash of brilliant blue as the door was sent hurdling off behind the eerily smiling skeleton.

There was a moment of nothing but heavy breathing.

…more heavy breathing.

And finally, a calming exhale.

Sans let his bones relax, but was interrupted by a sudden rush of realization.

He had just sent his door hurdling off to who-knows-where.

Where it had probably just landed.

Shattering into a million.

Little.

splinters.

…

“It’s nap time.”

Sans walked into his now door-less house, dropped his bag of essential goods onto the floor carelessly, and fell face first onto his old couch.

And within seconds, he was out cold.

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Sans couldn’t believe his eyes.

Was what he was staring at actually there?

He reached out to gently touch it, desperately hoping it was just a dream or some kind of hallucination. A simple product of his stress maybe.

…

It wasn’t.

There was an actual drawing of him hanging on this wall.

A real, badly drawn crayon picture of him, with text underneath.

“LOST SKELETON!

(PICTURE BY: THE GREAT AND PRINCELY FRIEND AND MASTER CHEF A.K.A PRINCE PAPYRUS)

IF FOUND; PLEASE RETURN TO THE GREAT PRINCELY PRINCE PAPYRUS AT 4567THE PALACE LANE, THE PALACE.

REWARD: MY ETERNAL UNDYING GRATITUDE AND AS MUCH DELICIOUS SPAGHETTI AS YOU CAN EAT! (MADE BY THE GREAT MASTER CHEF AND PRINCE, PAPYRUS!)

P.S. HE LIKES PUNS! DO NOT ENCOURAGE HIM.

-LOVE, THE GREAT PRINCELY PAPYRUS!”

This was…

…

Just

…

He couldn’t

…

He didn’t even

…

All he wanted to do was go to work.

“For crayon out loud, how hard is it to get to work?”

Sans couldn’t even appreciate his own pun in this situation.

His own pun.

Sans shook his head, trying to ignore the fact that the stupid crayon drawing hanging on this wall was going to ruin his day.

No matter what he did.

He just needed to focus on what he needed to do, and nothing else.

Simply stop thinking about all the problems that the drawing was going to cause.

Think about what was important.

And right now, that was getting to work.

He let out a heavy sigh, rubbing his face as he began to walk towards today’s job site.

…

There it was again.

He had only taken a few steps…but there it was.

Hanging on another wall.

Where everyone could see it.

He looked away from the picture, taking a breath.

Two pictures that close…he had a feeling he knew what he was going to see if he kept going foreword.

He speed up his pace dramatically, staring foreword intensely.

A wall, no picture.

Another…no picture.

He began to slow, letting out a sigh of relief.

He had just been over reacting.

There weren’t that many pictures of him.

There couldn’t be.

Even if the next wall he saw begged to differ.

…

And it did.

And the next

…

did as well

The closer he got to the market place, the more there were.

And more…

And even more…

“HAVE YOU SEEN THIS SKELETON!?”

Sans groaned loudly, putting a hand to his forehead in exasperation.

…no

He looked around cautiously to make sure he didn’t catch the prince’s attention.

He wasn’t dealing with it.

He was already under enough stress without this.

He teleported back home.

He didn’t care if it hurt his reputation.

Even though it was going to ruin his perfect job record.

And even though it was going to be harder to get work now.

…

It wasn’t enough to stop him from going home

He just had to get away from this madness.

His couch was his only solace now, comforting him with its familiar soft embrace.

When lying face down on his couch like he was right now…

He couldn’t help but think that things were going to work out.

…

“Heeeey, you should totally look who’s in here, Bratty!”

“Whoaah, it looks, like, like that skeleton on the flyer, Catty!”

Did he just…

No.

Not now.

Not…

THEM…

“That’s, like, totally what I was about to say Bratty! You, like, took the words right out of my mouth!”

They both let out a synchronized obnoxious giggle that pierced Sans’ skull, resonating to the point of pain.

“I knoooooow! I, like, totally thought, like…like we were twins or something there, Catty!”

“Oh! Oh! Like…the Siamese ones? That, like, totally grow together or something?”

“Eeeeeew, no way, Catty. They’re, like, totally gross and everything!”

“Oh yea. You’re, like, totally right Bratty!”

“I, like, know I am, Catty.”

The girls let out another giggle, forcing the skeleton to hold his head in pain.

He had to stop this now, before it got any worse and took his hit point away.

“Why are you in my house?”

“Weeeeeeeell, me and Bratty saw you, like, walking into your house and stuff, and like, we totally thought it’d be a good idea to, like, tell you that the prince was looking for you and stuff.”

“OMG, Catty, you summed that up, like, totally perf!”

“Awww, thanks, Bratty <3”

Sans could tell what they were going to do next with one glance at their faces.

“NO! No laughing! I know that the prince is looking for me! Just…get out. Go.”

“But, like, if you know the prince is looking for you, why don’t you, like, tell him where you are and stuff?”

“Like, yea, Catty’s right. You should, like, totally go to him. I mean he’s, like, suuuuuuper worried about you and everything. It’s, like, mega rude to hide from him.”

“Yea, totally! Bratty’s ri-” Catty gasped loudly, cutting herself off.

“WAIT. ONE. SECOND. BRATTY. What if…like…THE REASON THE PRINCE IS LOOKING FOR HIM IS BECAUSE HE’S, LIKE, TOTALLY IN LOVE!”

Bratty let out the exact same gasp. Sans found it…a little more than disturbing.

“YOU’RE RIGHT, CATTY!”

“Ha…That’s real funny girls. But there’s no way that would, like, ever happen. Ever.”

…

Wait

...

The two girls glowed blue before being thrown out of his house, flying almost farther than his door did.

But unlike the door…he didn’t care if they broke.

He waited to hear it.

…

“Ooooooow, that, like, really hurt!”

He couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

And disgusted.

How could he have let himself say that?

He felt

…

Tainted.

He sighed, cramming some large chunks of broken…stuff into his doorway with a wave of his hand.

He’d had enough for one day.

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“You know, Bratty, we should, like, totally get revenge on that jerk for when he, like, threw us out or whatever.”

“That’s, like, the best idea I’ve heard all day, Catty!”

“Awww, thanks, Bratty <3”

“But, like, how would we do it, Catty? I mean, he can, like, toss us around and stuff.”

“Weeeeeeeeeell, he, like, doesn’t want to confess his crush and is being all, like, totally tsundere about it, right Bratty?”

“You’re right, Catty!”

“So all we have to, like, do, is tell the prince where he is and everything!”

“Wow! This is why you’re the smart one Catty!”

“Awww, thanks, Bratty <3”

“But, like, Catty, what about the ‘reward’?”

They both stared at each other in horror for a moment.

…

“OH! I, like, totally know what we’ll do, Bratty! We’ll just tell him we’re full <3”

“That’s such a great idea Catty! You really are the smart one!”

“Awww, thanks, Bratty <3”